Wolf RPG

deirdre longed for emaleth. she worked her great magick independently, and though once she had known the presence of more magick she felt its absence keenly. twas not hers own, which was still strong and resplendent, but anothers she recalled fondly. so lost was she in the trees and the wind and the flowers and the creatures that the magick sometimes stole her.

the girl followed a thin trail that she had found of the wolf she sought, her tail waving behind her in high arcs. she still did not know of the others apparent predicament, and so moved with happiness and grace in each step.

twas hard to see the light when cast into darkness; deirdre knew the magic was still present, in her and in donnelaith itself. for her father was always watching, and always guiding her. deirdre saw him, felt him, always; he had not abandoned her, nor the lands themselves, when he departed his physical form.

she was greeted by the very woman she sought, and smiled widely at the sight of her. rowan, deirdre greeted warmly, moving to embrace the she-wolf. the girth of her had changed only slightly, and it was not yet enough to call to her attention. the pale witch moved to step alongside her. i am sorry i have been absent from you. i have been working on becoming a healer, it had provided a sufficient distraction from the loss that still broke her heart... but she had been selfish, too, she knew: but i have never... how are you? i am sorry that it has taken me so long to find you. it did not matter that she knew lasher for so short a time--his impact upon those he knew for less a time could be just as significant, and she knew the man loved all mayfairs just as she did. donnelaith was family, though it warmed her to know there were more mayfairs than simply her father and his progeny.

Deirdre was gentle, soft - she was a light to many in a time of great darkness. In her, Rowan felt immense strength; she felt promise - possibilities. There was no future that Rowan saw where the woman was not growing into her destiny. Rowan smiled as the child nuzzled against her, even though she would be a child for only a brief time more. She was quick to apologize and Rowan kissed her brow, shaking her head. "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear, we have all been affected. Keeping busy is good." She said with quietly. 

And she had been busy too, though in utterly different ways. 

"Healing is a noble art - many in our family are healers." She said encouragingly. "And I Know in time you will be a master of your art." Rowan hoped to see that, too, but the images of the future were not welcoming to her. She gave a soft sigh, for a moment leaning against her; being comfortable in their mingled fur. "Deirdre, I have....I have much to talk about with you. I do not want to upset you though, and what I have to say may do just that."

deirdre smiled at rowan's words, at her commendation. she was greatly appreciative of it, and gladder still to know that the mayfair beside her knew other mayfairs whom had healed. deirdre knew of her mother, and of her sister, and that her father knew a measure of things himself. still, to heal was as much a part of her as was the magic within and around her. i aspire to be, she admitted, and went on to share with the woman who was family to her, i aspire to be many things. she smiled at that, wondering what her relative might think. she had confided her hopes and dreams to aria, to constantine--what would rowan think of her ambition?

she was willfully supportive of rowan's weight upon her. since the famine had come to an end, deirdre had fallen into her voluptuous, full form. girl she still might be, but she had looked the part of a woman for some time now and being fed accentuated her development further. she was soft and supple and attractive, and her eyes had found the luster they had lost.

deirdre regarded rowan's words in thoughtful silence for but a moment. she felt her father beside her in a gentle wind that buffeted the words that carried to her fellow mayfair. what could you possibly say, that would upset me? for she had suffered the greatest hurt of her life when her mother had gone to travel and had not yet returned [though she hoped, still, that she would]; when her father had departed them all; when emaleth had decided she needed to leave this place for a time and, like her mother, had not found her way back. no thing could hurt her more than this, other than the dying of those she loved, but to her knowledge all was well. she worried for a moment, but did not presume this was the news the other carried.

she did not understand, not truly--for the words in which rowan spoke overwhelmed the others, and deirdre's mind, for the moment, ran in a confused circle. heat? she asked, and then, you and my father were in heat? and at the others mention of being pregnant, deirdre smiled warmly, not grasping that these were to be siblings of hers. none had given her the talk of the birds and the bees, and the birds and the bees themselves did not speak to her on such matters. how could this be a bad thing! she breathed, confounded--for the famine had ended, and though the timing it had been done had been unwise deirdre did not understand the way of a womans cycle or anything else. perhaps the only reason she might have grown upset was for the fact that it would jeapordize the lives of ospreys cubs, but as it was, there was no need for any to fear; life had returned, and life continued to come. deirdre was thrilled. pregnant--that means, you will have children like osprey had had children???

deirdre listened as rowan explained, tilting her head. once it was explained, deirdre looked beside her, seeing the full figure of her father present beside her. it was a comfort to see him there, but he evaporated to nothing too soon after, leaving the summer sun to shine upon her back in a manner that was all at once too hot for her liking. the heat came from her lack of understanding, but soon the knowing came to her.

she looked back to rowan, her eyes wide and bright. legitimacy was of no consequence to deirdre, and surely not to any who were not of child bearing age. deirdre did not fear her own place for the knowledge she had been given this day, as she had known it all along and there was no doubting it now that she was coming into her power. a radiant smile overcame her as she moved to embrace rowan. sisters, she breathed, hopeful--more mayfair witches[i]. no doubt that the year of his death had brought to her father the seed of the witch that had brought about she and emaleth. they will know him, rowan. i will tell them of him--and perhaps they may see him, as i do, still. he is still here--he watches, rowan. he is happy, for he loved children! and even though he did not live and breathe, she knew he would love these new mayfairs he had produced, regardless of their legitimacy. oh, rowan, i love them already! when will they arrive?[/i][/i]

deirdre tilted her head at the inquiry, and then noted the context in which it was spoken. that rowan also saw her father did not surprise her terribly; he would need to be present to her in her times of need. so rowan had not truly been alone, and now certainly never would be. yes, she confirmed, though did not inquire further on rowans own visions. she trusted it.

as for the question asked, deirdre shook her head. why should i be? my father lives on--an addition to the legacy he has left behind! to have them here... it only solidified what all knew to be true, and the power the mayfair family would come into again and again. deirdre did not think to question that rowan had come into the fold as a mayfair, herself, and coupled with another mayfair; by her fathers will, it was done. why would she resent rowan, or her father, or the children to be for that? it was much too late to think of resentments that might have been. whoever it is that comes, they will be loved, this she believed, not knowing that not all felt for her sentiment on the matter.

deirdre listened to the words, ears pricked and face heavy with concern. still her beauty remained despite the worry, but soon the anxiety faded away after a thought. the others matter not. aria leads us, and lasher trusted her to uphold the ideals of donnelaith. she would not let any condemn you for one of the last things he might have ever done. i will help you care for them, rowan. and i am sure constantine will, too--they are our siblings, she breathed, moving to press her nose against the others brow, hoping to take away some of the pressure she might feel. donnelaith is a place for those in need, it has always been this way. and you are surely in need, now... she could not know that constantine and aria both had decided a different fate for rowan, so implicit was her trust in her alpha and that she carried lashers wisdom! you have told aria? she queried then, feeling that aria must know this.

as far as the children being blessed, deirdre smiled. they will be, she hummed, they have you as their mother. you are strong and blessed both, and though her father was no witch, rowan was, and so there was hope for that! deirdre's own powerful gene had come from many witches past, she and emaleth was evidence of their second coming, their prevalence within the mayfair family.

she tilted her head at her words. rowan seemed to understand, but deirdre herself had difficulty in this; the resources had returned in full force, now. as rowan admitted to aria's upset, deirdre licked her chops. she wondered if she might ever understand it; but aria would likely overcome her condolences and all would be well. 

but she sensed rowan's desire to move to a new subject, and deirdre heeded her wish. to lead this place, as my father had, she said with a smile, when i come of age. she felt in her very bones, in her soul, that the forest was her own! its occupants spoke with her, and she spoke to it. she loved its ocean, and she loved its forest, and it was her fathers crypt. for all time, she would keep it safe from the dangers of cruelty and darkness. to lead alongside aria would be a great gift to her, for she thought the pale beauty wise.